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Wide-eyed, Milo gazed into the night sky, a gentle gale brushing past his face, rustling the long, green grass which he lied in hopelessly. Above him, a meteor rushed past, his face relaxing as it did so.
He uttered, “I wish.. I wish for someone to take care of me. A friend to stay by my side. Maybe.. If I’m lucky.. a partner?”
Sliding his hand into his blonde curls, their voluminous nature helping him in just how attractive he looked. In control of his sight, brown eyes, oh, so gorgeous, only able to glance at someone with tenderness, unable to feel malice or hatred. Peppered over his face were soft, faint freckles, adorned by the natural bronze of his toned cheeks. Over his slim torso, he wore a long, beige shirt tied at the back, held together by a single hair clip. Over his legs, he had a plaid skirt, reaching about mid-way to his thighs.
A/N: a femboy rahh…
A soft voice called out to him through the window of a small, homely cabin. Although reluctantly, he rose and made his way home, his hips swaying rhythmically as if dancing to music as walked. Back at home, Azura used tongs to flip over some steak she had been making. Azura was a sweet old woman, with greying hair and a chubby, wrinkled face. She was Milo’s mother, who had kids old. Milo didn’t blame her: he would live his life young, too, instead of popping out babies left and right.
“Mama. Mama. Mama. Mama. Mama. Mama what did you need me for? Mama—”
“Milo! Hush, please, honey, I’m trying to cook.” Azura took a deep breath, “Could you set the table? I invited a family from that new school you’re going to. It’s a private one, you’re going to have a cute uniform!” Azura took the food and served it into two separate plates. She preferred eating with a fork, but was aware that Milo considered chopsticks more interesting and preferred them instead, so she served her own with chopsticks, and gave the rest forks.
“The brown uniforms? I don’t like them. They look like deuce,” Milo announced, stuffing his face with the rice noodles he found in the bowl. Due to that, he was lightly smacked in the back of the head.
“Have some manners, boy! The locketts haven’t even arrived yet! I’m sure you’ll be best friends with their son. And maybe a little something with their daughter— Oh, that’s them!”
Pointing out of the window, Azura hobbled to the door, peeking through the peephole, watching the Lockett family approach.
Meanwhile, Milo only sighed, longingly staring at the noodles. “Locketts you better hurry..” he breathed, creeping up to the window to see the family.
Their mother, a box-dye patchy blonde who owned numerous designer bags (which he could see by looking into their car). She looked bratty, as if she considered anyone with a yen less than her in money a poverty-stricken. What a pain.
Their father looked no better. A snobby, pompous man with weird veneers that didn’t even fit his mouth. It made Milo snicker, how it looked like he had dramatic buck teeth. He wore a slightly dusty but ironed suit, brown and plaid, a bit like his skirt. Except his skirt was black. HIS SKIRT!
He raced upstairs and removed the clip tying his shirt, then desperately slid off his skirt, running to put on one of his kimonos, sloppily tying the obi and racing back downstairs where all three adults and three other children were.
“Just in time, honey!” Azura smiled. “This is my son, Milo. He will be the newest addition to Sun Valley Academy! I hope Lucas and Aurora treat him well!”
Milo bowed obediently to greet the group before him. As quietly as he could, he mumbled, “Good evening, Mr and Mrs Lockett.” He continued to scrutinise the family as they ate.
Their daughter went by the name Aurora. She had platinum blonde hair, adorned by bows and clips. It was clear her hair had been curled using a curler: the entire back of her hair was pin straight. Her eyes were both royal blue, accompanied by her painted lashes. Lot’s of bumps and clumps, as well as a horrible job at curling them. Around her neck, she wore a necklace with a pendant of fake, plastic opal, which she most likely got from Shein or Temu. Even the chain was plastic. She had a blouse which looked as if it was suffocating her. Below that, she had a skirt which reached her knees, most likely due to her father. Girls like her always rolled their skirts. On her ears, she had fancy dangling earrings with a crescent moon at the bottom. Milo had the exact same thing.
Her brother, meanwhile, was named Lucas. He was more relaxed than Aurora. Short brown hair, styled in a modern mullet. His eyes were similar to his sister’s but lighter and his gaze was far more relaxed. Around his neck, he had a real diamond necklace with the letter ‘C’ neatly dangling from a single loop, most likely to represent the name of his girlfriend (who Milo had figured out was called ‘Charlie’). It seemed like it was bought at one of those real, rich shops. He wore just a normal suit. It was plain, black, and had a small rose in the pocket on the left side of his chest. Just like Aurora, he had a shiny, pearly hair clip, though it was proudly displayed on his sleeve cuff, not his hair. Surprisingly, Milo was able to figure out that Lucas had makeup on, the makeup being highlighter and most probably something like concealer to hide anything on his face. Unlike Aurora, he seemed less bossy and taunting, and instead polite and formal.
Occasionally, Lucas would add to the conversation, nodding and humming. Aurora would only whine. Each time, Milo saw his mother grimace at how Aurora only texted her friends and yelled at her parents. What a brat! Milo could sense that he wouldn’t be a fan of Aurora. However, he thought Lucas could be a good friend of his. There was still a chance that Lucas would prefer rich people, which Milo was not. Even then, there was still a chance: Milo’s very first friend in his entire life.